There are still a lot of novels by PG Wodehouse I haven't read, and the other day I happened to take a look at A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS (1919). It was quite readable and at first seemed like a light romance with a few Wodehouse-style jokes. I should have known better.
I was doing all right till about chapter 23, when I found that I had to stop reading for a few minutes while I composed myself. From there on, I had to pause at regular intervals while I snorted, guffawed or laughed out loud.
I should have known - even early Wodehouse is still Wodehouse.

